A Flower Blooming In The Slums

Those dark eyes of hers opened again and fell upon the grinning visage of the monster, and he was delighted to see no fear or apprehension in her body language. She saw him, she acknowledged he was there watching her, yet this delicious little treat continued her brazen display of lust before his eyes. As if she wanted him to watch her and want her. The spirit world held no need for the physical needs and desires of the mortal realm, but that didn't mean he wouldn't seize his opportunity to indulge in those old vices when he had the opportunity laid bare before him. Moros watched with carnivorous intent as the fae laid herself on her back, hind legs spread to conceal nothing from his predatory gaze. She touched and stroked herself, teased her own body, made a show of herself, an alluring meal waiting to be devoured. Well, if she wanted to be devoured, then the titanic brute would happily oblige.

With a rumbling growl that seemed to echo through the dark void they existed in, Moros slowly strode towards the fae, slowly sinking into the darkness again as if he were stepping into pitch black water. Once he vanished into the rippling shadows, a slow trail of ripples like water in the dark began to approach Fiametta. Like a shark underwater, the ripples came right for her, gliding silently up until they reached the edges of her toes. Then they stopped, and all was still... The abyss of Fia's dreams were left with just her and the sounds of her own self-pleasure. The demon brute was gone...

Until he wasn't. Just like a shark breaching the water to snag its prey, the brute emerged from the dark in an explosive pounce, coming to land over top of Fiametta, surrounding her body with his own. Giant paws slammed down on either side of her, keeping her pinned on her back beneath him while he loomed over her, sharp fangs bared in a lecherous grin. Those dark eyes smoldered with a primal hunger, already devouring her slender body with his gaze. His massive form, heavy and bulked with rippling muscles beneath thick coarse fur, pressed down onto hers, savoring the feel of fur against his own and the soft warmth of her skin that he'd been denied for gods knew how long. Their bellies and chests pressed together, Moros leaning down until he was almost nose to nose with the young woman. Then he dipped his head, slowly pressing his muzzle into the side of her neck and breathing in her scent up close. She was definitely of his blood, the unmistakable fragrance of his genetics passed down to her. As if there was any doubt with a coat as beautiful as hers.

The little slut had done nothing to stop enticing him and making it obvious she wanted him, and wanted him to want her. Whether she thought this was some sort of wet dream that she was in control of or just a pleasant fantasy where she was along for the ride mattered little to him—he was about to show her that she was very much in his world. No words were spoken between them, but none needed to be. Action was all he needed, and act he would. Parting his jaws, Moros briefly toyed with the idea of sinking his fangs into the fae's throat, of tasting her blood and drinking her until her heart stopped and she was but a beautiful corpse for him to play with. Ah, but this was not reality, but his ethereal prison. She would not die here; she would simply vanish the moment his jaws crushed her windpipe, and all fun would end there. No, he would savor this... savor her.

Instead, Moros pressed his broad tongue to the fae's throat, slowly dragging up against her vulnerable flesh to nip at where her neck and jaw met. She tasted delectable! It made him wonder how other parts of her would taste... Not wanting to wait to find out, Moros slowly dragged his body down the length of hers, nipping and biting gingerly at parts of her belly as he went, slinking down her form and playing up the part of her fantasy dream lover to keep her in his clutches. Pink tongue still lolling from open jaws, Moros ran slow licks along Fia's lower belly, reaching her waist. Giant paws slid up over her supple thighs, grabbing at her shapely hips while sharp fangs nipped at the skin along her waist, dipping lower... lower... Moros' abyssal gaze locked on Fia's matching eyes as he finally let his tongue roll over her most intimate of parts, tasting her, letting her pleasure roll through his body like electric waves to further fan the flames of his desire and arousal. He would have her begging for him before he ravaged her.

"Moros"